The man in front of her was still motionless.
"Is the wound bandaged?" Lin Luqiu was getting a bit impatient, what was this man doing? Planning to hold her like this until the end of time?
"If you don't let go now, I'm going to stick you with a needle," she had no choice but to say.
Because she was really worried about his physical condition and wanted to check his injuries.
Hearing this warning, Fu Jingchen finally reacted.
He lifted his face off her shoulder and stared steadily into her eyes.
Lin Luqiu noticed that there were more bloodshot streaks in his eyes and his expression was somewhat terrible, just like the last time he was stabbed with a knife.
It was a murderous intention, a bloodlust stirred by people and blood.
Usually, he just looked indifferent, but at times like these, he would seemingly transform like this.
Resigned to her fate, she sighed, tiptoed, and leaned in to kiss the man's cool, thin lips.